Engine
The engine I drive
Is almost alive.
It travels so fast
That it rushes past
Comets and stars
In an afternoon,
Dropping the mail
(In my seaside pail)
To the Man in the Moon:
One registered letter
From Mars
To say: “I’m better!”
And: “See you soon!”I take as Guard
A le‑o‑pard,
Because I’m able
To stick as label
Its spots
On lots
Of trunks and bags,
(With a single lick
The labels stick)
And instead
of flags
It wags
as it
drops
the
mail,
its
t
a
i
l!Its whiskers bunch
My ticket punch,
Its eyes shine bright
On the darkest night.
In the luggage van
I stuff Aunt Fan,
But my railway guard
Is a le‑o‑pard!